I gulp, but my throat still feels coated with the vile sticky substance, as warm as body temperature and tasting of salt and urine. “We’d better get her back,” blonde stubble says then. “We’ve been over an hour now.” I feel soiled to my soul, but at least it sounds like for now we’re done. Escorted by the men who interracial beat and raped me, I pad back out the brothel, still naked. If I could I would try to walk with my thighs crossed, that I might hide the place between my legs, but I feel so swollen by the egg in my womb I have to keep my knees apart in a graceless hobble. The men still seem to find the sight of me arousing though, and they make me remain ten yards ahead of them along the mezzanine, so they can watch my bare ass move. Our progress is slow because I’m in so much discomfort. Around me it’s even busier here now – evening on the galactic standard time, so men are arriving from their day’s labor, and we frequently have to pause to let groups go by. If I believed in any gods I would pray to them, begging them to joachim kill me. My universe has become nothing but suffering. My backside is burning – I’m sure they’ve torn me. My thighs and buttocks are trembling with stand the aftermath of long futile effort, all that time I instinctively tensed to try and protect myself. Between the cheeks of my ass indian it feels warm, sticky and wrong, each step compounded by the shifting movements of the egg in my womb. All this and yet kessef I also feel nothing. It’s almost as though I’m watching myself disinterestedly on a viewing screen, rather than participating in my life. I make no effort to hide my nudity any more. My disheveled hair hangs in front of my face screening me from the crowds, and I’m barely aware the catcalls and lewd suggestions, and the hands that occasionally snatch at me. We’re only yards from the bar and my master when the largest group of males yet pass between us, and suddenly I’m separated from the men who just raped me by a raucous train of guys four deep and perhaps a hundred long. They all wear matching shirts – some party group perhaps. “Hey cutie!”, “Sweet cheeks”, “What a honey!” “Hooters on that!” the ones nearest call to me. I barely pay them attention as some defeated survival instinct awakens, adrenaline spikes and suddenly I’m limping away as fast as the pain in my damaged pelvis will let me. I estimate I have twenty seconds before the column of revelers have gone by and my captors discover I’m no longer in front of them. Initially I flee like any prey is driven to escape - with no plan. But when a busy elevator offers the most immediate place to hide in the herd, I’m suddenly descending to the docking levels. Someone pinches my bare buttock – a carry quick, sharp nip that makes me flinch. I hardly dare believe none of these people are raising the alarm. It seems I’m not the only female in the elevator, and everyone assumes I’m the property of someone else. After her conditioning, Laura was even less able to defend herself from these assaults than she had been, and in any case was becoming accustomed to other people having sexual control of her, and just focused on the delicious taste of Candy's dripping fuckhole. I thought with glee. Daddy handed one to Mom, my heart beating. Should we even speak about what just happened? “I haven’t shown you all of my best tricks yet” she said in a smouldering voice that made my toes curl. Whatever it was, Felicia was ramming it into Liz's vagina with vigor. "OK, Everyone, just stop! “Yeah. 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He graciously interracial offers to by the tickets for the lift to the top platform, which cost a pretty centime (son-teem). made our way back through the factory to the sauna. Mike noticed Ed & Steve drinking in their clear first sight of his girlfriend's naked body. However, it wasn’t without a few surprises.” I was nineteen years old now and Momma was fine with me living at home until I got stand married. I was about four beers in, when a wave of guilt washed over me. “Whew is right,” Ella said. She’s a woman I wouldn’t want to cross, in fact, I bet she pees standing up! She bounced there, her hair flying about her shoulders. I blinked through the sleep in my eyes. My entire body is on fire. "Leave her ball gag in until she manages to stand. Her small breasts rubbed into my chest as I pumped over and over into the wonderful heaven of her pussy. You two women are married and brought a child into your home under your insane lesbian beliefs?” Everyone in the room turns to Noah’s new girlfriend with narrowed eyes. He put his hands on her neck but didn't rub it. “Can you sense it?” whispered a second. Night Eyes’ smile faded from her lips. her into his mouth, his rough tongue suddenly assaulting her clitoris. "I did tell joachim you that didn't I," Her brother Jeff laughed and shook his head from side to side. "Okeke couldn't keep his cock out of my pussy and I really wanted to taste him again. Franz looked around the basement. (Gulp) What mighty penises! Putting her book down with a sigh she went to the cabin door and looked out the window. I gave her a little guidance, but she seemed like a born cocksucker.